Monthly Archives: October 2024

Ahoy

I’m not a sailor. My DNA plants me firmly on dry ground – somewhere around Lviv, Riga, or Minsk… the heartland of Ashkenazi Jews. Though I’m a lousy swimmer who prefers sand to surf, I somehow sense that I was on the water in a past life. The ocean’s imagery captures my imagination like nothing else.

During these High Holy Days, I felt like I was at the helm of a great vessel, steering through challenging waters. As we navigated through our sea of services, I held the wheel steady, feeling the profound responsibility of guiding my passengers to their destination. The timing of prayers, stories, and melodies had to be just right. Like precious cargo, we balanced cherished traditional prayers that echo High Holy Days past with fresh melodies that brought new energy and excitement. We shared words of hope and joy while not shying away from moments of reflection and solemnity.

Now at port, watching everyone disembark, I wonder: Are they smiling? Was this a meaningful journey? And I feel overwhelming pride and love. We made it! Welcome to our port of call: 5785!

I hope this voyage moved you as much as it moved me. Our cantor, Marcie Jonas, was magnificent – her voice, energy, and gentle neshumah (soul) helped us glide smoothly across the waves. Jamie Saltman, our maestro, accompanied all of us with spirit and heart. In fact, the entire staff helped to make this voyage so smooth.

Back on land, Sukkot greeted us with extraordinary weather – a divine gift for this outdoor observance. We experienced spring’s warmth painted with autumn’s colors. What a blessing to see our entire congregation, from most senior to little ones in the ELC, enter the sukkah and shake the lulav, acknowledging both the beauty and fragility of our world.

And now what? Well, now it’s time for everything else: learning together, sharing Shabbat, gathering for meals and celebrations, and caring for each other. Our temple community continues to do many things we’ve always done. But we don’t do much of it the way we used to.

We are constantly morphing as a community, and as we change, our practices evolve. We aim to be more responsive, more present. We want to anticipate the needs of our community and listen closely to the rhythms of our communal heart. We know the world often feels hostile and indifferent. That’s why we make TBA a place of warmth and safety where all are welcome. As I’ve frequently quoted and paraphrased from Bob Dylan, “Come on inside, we’ll give ya/shelter from the storm.

We’re on our voyage into 5785. With all of our travails, the burdens we carry on our backs, and the scary things happening around us, keep your eyes on the prize. The world has so much joy; let’s find it together.

Gone At Last

In the end, it was serendipity. A group of 18&19-year-old Israeli soldiers, barely out of high school, were being trained in the complex and dangerous art of urban warfare in Gaza. As they navigated the ruins of what was once a large and populated neighborhood in Rafah, they stumbled upon three Hamas terrorists who were as surprised by the encounter as the Israelis. In the chaos that ensued, a firefight broke out.

As the dust settled, their unit commander sent in a drone to the ruins of an apartment building to see whether the terrorists were dead. As the young soldiers watched the drone feed, one of them uttered words that would soon reverberate around the world: “This guy looks familiar. He looks just like Sinwar!” At first, the idea seemed absurd, too coincidental to be true. How could it be that these inexperienced soldiers had encountered the most wanted man in Gaza, Yahya Sinwar, the head of Hamas and the mastermind of the October 7th massacre?

For months, the Israeli military had been hunting Sinwar with a determination bordering on obsession. Since October 8th of last year, every intelligence asset, every piece of technology, and every human resource had been devoted to finding this man who had brought such devastation to Israel and Gaza. The frustration among Israeli forces was constant as Sinwar seemed to vanish into the labyrinthine tunnel systems beneath Gaza.

The assumption had always been that Sinwar would surround himself with hostages, using innocents as human shields to deter any attack. His constant movement made pinpointing his location nearly impossible, turning the search into a deadly game of cat and mouse. But on this day, Sinwar and two bodyguards were found above ground, exposed and vulnerable, without any hostages nearby. In a moment that will be etched in the annals of this conflict, Sinwar’s life was ended by a shell from an Israeli tank operated by soldiers who may not have fully grasped the magnitude of their actions until much later.

Upon hearing the news of Sinwar’s death, I felt a tremendous rush of relief, a sense that a dark chapter might be closing. This cold-blooded, ruthless killer, whose particular brand of hatred and violence had caused immeasurable suffering, was no more.

In that moment I said a prayer of thanksgiving to God that this scourge was gone. I thought of those young IDF recruits, barely adults, who will carry this story with them for the rest of their lives. They will recount it a million times to a million grateful Israelis, their unexpected role in history a reminder of the unpredictable nature of the conflict.

My thoughts also turned to the Palestinian people, particularly those in Gaza, who have suffered immensely under the rule of Hamas. I couldn’t help but imagine that many were quietly relieved at the news. Sinwar’s leadership had been characterized by a nihilistic indifference to the suffering of his own people, using their pain as a political tool rather than working towards their well-being and prosperity. His absence might create space for voices of moderation and reconciliation to emerge.

As our Vice President said yesterday, “Justice was done.” Amen to that. But justice, especially in the context of this long and bitter conflict, is a complex and often elusive concept. It’s a reminder that this moment is just a step on a long and tough path toward true peace and reconciliation.

Now, we all wonder: What next? Is this the first positive step toward a hostage release coupled with a ceasefire? Could this be the act that cracks open Hamas’ extremism, allowing more moderate voices to gain influence? Are there any moderate voices in Gaza? Or in Israel’s war cabinet? Will we actually see the dominoes begin to fall, making room for some sort of future amelioration of this seemingly intractable struggle?

As I’ve said many times, particularly during the High Holy Days, when we reflect on our past and look towards our future, hope is the fuel that makes imagining a better world something more than a pipe dream. In all of this blood and destruction, in the face of so much pain and loss on both sides, we must cling to the hope that there will come a day, soon and in our time, of something close to peace.

Oseh shalom bimromav, hu ya’aseh shalom aleinu v’al kol Yisrael, v’imru. Amen.

May the One who makes peace in the high heavens make peace for us, for all Israel, and for all who dwell on earth. And all say: Amen.

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